1. Gray Sky

From the recording Chained


Vines slick, snaked under
Gray, sullen sky
Bitter sea of tangle

Coiled masses, crawling
Into your mind
Burning lake is calling

Can you see me, Father?
One more shadow on the shore
Lost in the land of all those
Waiting to die or be reborn

Flames rise before you
No turning 'round
Enter crimson water
You can't drown

Extend your hand
To one of the fold, beckoning
Extend your hand
An endless cycle, repeating